…At the first sign I might be getting the cold, I assembled my immune dream team. Within 48 hours of the first appearance of symptoms, and within 24 hours of beginning my treatment, all symptoms were completely gone.
So begins my friend with her great advice for this contagious weather. Read it in good health!
His gray hair and receding hairline, seemed out of place with his rippling muscles as he eased himself into the lounge chair he’d erected in the sand. His arms, legs, and chest bore the tawny hue and slick sheen of a professional tanner. His swim trunks were probably silk.
As he settled, facing the water and the scorching afternoon sun, eyes shut, the rest of us minced our way into the water. Spring-fed, it felt exactly like iced tea. I wondered if ice cubes would even melt in this lake.
I finally advanced to waist-deep and noticed another woman inching along, steeling herself against frigid wavelets from splashers nearby. She and I shared small talk about her husband betting her she could not submerge herself. So far, he was winning.
About 25 yards out, a tall rock formation provided a fun diving area. Occasionally, I could hear exactly what some child out there might holler at another. The acoustics around us, so surreal, could give goose bumps, even if the water did not, and even if the day was hotter than the lake was cold.
I worried about the elderly tanner. Was he hydrated? He had no drink container with him. He certainly was dripping with perspiration, and seemed asleep. What a shame if he blistered that expensive tan. Or overheated.
I decided to keep an occasional eye on him. The elderly sometimes have no clue about health things.
I’d just turned back to my resolve of getting completely wet, when the old guy sprang from his nap and flung himself into the water, in a perfect emergency dive. Flat, but no belly flop.
Into ice water.
On a 100-degree day.
And kept going. One powerful front-crawl stroke after another, he reached the base of that rock platform in about ten seconds.
And fished a floundering boy from the water, holding him up and safe, while the child coughed and gagged and sputtered and cried. The old man rinsed scant blood off the child’s chest, examining him closely. They mumbled conversation, the old man forcing eye contact, the child impatiently nodding his head, trying to swim free from the firm grip on his arm.
As the child climbed back up the rock, his savior watched, and called to him, “You stay away from the edge, there, you hear me?”
And then swam back, all 25 yards, almost as fast.
And walked out onto the burning sand, hardly winded.
And muttered to the astonished ones around him, “That was my grandson.”
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True story.
How about you? Ever save someone? Don’t be shy.
You just never know when and where the next tangle will happen. This is sad. But read it.
And it is fun.
Although a certain amount of sadness attaches itself to the thoughts surrounding it, today I have guest posted at Arkansas Women Bloggers Website as a guest blogger.
The sadness comes from the topic, which reminds me of joys, yes, but also of lost joys.
I won’t tell much more–don’t want to spoil the story for you, but do go over and read.
Find out why I’m behind on almost everything and why it was worth it.
And do pray for Sonny.
And for his mom.
It is ridiculous to talk about whether to put God in a box or not. God IS the box. WE are the ones in a box.
An estimated 11,000,000 people died in the Nazi holocaust. About 6,000,000 of those were Jews, about 1,100,000 were children.
Those are big numbers.
The Haitian government estimated 220,000 died in the 2010 earthquake.
Over 5,000 died in the Philippine typhoon last November.
Around 230,000 died in the Boxing Day tsunami in the Indian Ocean.
Big numbers.
When even one person dies, it is a big number to those who loved him.
Here’s another big number: 56,600,000.
Fifty times the number of babies Hitler killed.
That’s how many babies America has killed since Roe v. Wade.
God had a plan for each one of them. He loved each one.
Abortion terminates the lives of human beings with souls, with beating hearts, with digesting stomachs–babies recoiling in pain, desperately trying to escape their killers. Yet their killers claim they are not really taking a life. How can they honestly say that?
If a coroner checks for absence of a heartbeat to determine death, shouldn’t the presence of a heartbeat prove there is life?
We must continue to pray and to repent .We must not become weary in this battle for life. We must continue to speak out, raise our voices, and vote to protect the innocent; but above all, to pray. We are not fighting flesh and blood–this is a spiritual battle and our prayers are more powerful than politicians and judges.
Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy. Proverbs 31: 8-9
The pro-abortion crowd screams about freedom of choice, saying, “IT’S MY BODY!”
While you go about your business, today, 4,400 more innocent people will be submitted to capital punishment, although they have committed no crime and have had no trial, no attorney, no basic rights we’d give even to a prisoner of war.
Not only will they be denied the basic anesthesia even a veterinarian would use, but also, they will be ripped to pieces and injected with toxins.
Four thousand, four hundred times, today.
That’s a big number.
I’m serious, here.
Do you live in a slum built around and with the contents of a huge landfill?
Read on.
In our country living near garbage is considered dangerous, toxic, and illegal. Especially if you have children, it is wrong to attempt such a life.
In other countries, though, life with garbage is the only method of survival. No one cares if that is where you choose to live. Therefore, since sometimes people throw away great stuff, it can be a means of income, recycling and selling one man’s trash, which can become your treasure.
But the children!
Check out what becomes of the children, here.
You will weep.
I’m pretty sure of it.
Once in a while, a story comes along that raises hope and silences critics.
Enjoy this true tale of Peace on Earth in the life of a teen.
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